It seemed an eternity passing as flames shot into the air, engulfing the entirety of the house Aston Collard once took residence in. His hands remained clasped over his mouth, eyes trained on the scene. He couldn't pull himself away. He could feel tears stinging his eyes, and before long the flames before him were wavering. Someone clamped their dainty little hand down on his shoulder, and a familiar voice hissed into his ear,
"Ash, let's go!"
He blindly followed the person, their fingers lacing between his own as they tugged him down the road.
